Huo Yuhao vs. the Holy Spirit Cult, God King Tang Returns to Holy Soul Village!

Zhongli Wu stared at the uninvited guest, Huo Yuhao, the muscles on his face twitching.

At the head of the great hall, Ye Xishui narrowed her eyes slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on her bewitching face.

"Huo Yuhao, what a rare guest you are, Your Holiness, the Holy Son of the Illustrious Virtue Hall!"

"Everyone in the empire knows by now that you imprisoned Xu Tianran, the Sun Moon Emperor."

"In Mingdu, those collateral branches of the imperial family and the great noble houses treat you with the utmost respect to your face, but behind your back, they're sharpening their knives!"

"What you need most right now is a powerful ally to help you rule the Sun Moon Empire and suppress those restless royals and nobles."

"And my Holy Spirit Cult can be your sharpest blade."

"Well? Will you cooperate with us?"

Huo Yuhao smiled faintly.

"Cooperate?"

"You're right. The Holy Spirit Cult is indeed useful to me."

Huo Yuhao slowly raised the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, pointing its tip at every Evil Soul Master in the hall.

"Your use is simple: I'll slaughter every last one of you and use you to increase my strength!"

"Also, I'll gladly accept that Soul Beast you've raised for me!"

"And I quite like your Holy Spirit Cult's secret arts. Hand those over too!"

"You're courting death!"

Zhongli Wu flew into a rage, and a huge black scythe appeared in his hand in an instant.

Ye Xishui's expression turned completely cold as well.

She slowly rose to her feet, and a bloody presence spread through the hall.

"Huo Yuhao, you're far too arrogant!"

"You're facing us alone, and your cultivation hasn't even reached level ten. You've come here to throw your life away!"

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, stay here!"

"Become part of what the Holy Cult needs most: flesh and souls!"

A bloody light of slaughter blossomed from the Asura Demon Sword in Huo Yuhao's hand.

The bloody blizzard also spread, gradually sweeping through the entire hall.

"Holy Spirit Cult, today your name will be struck from the rolls!"

"And I'll make good use of your flesh and souls!"

White World, Heavenly Soul Empire.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes.

A dilapidated thatched hut came into view.

A few rays of bright sunlight shone through gaps in the roof, and a faint scent of medicinal herbs hung in the air.

"Divine Realm... Xiao Wu... Huo Yuhao..."

"Where is this?"

Tang San tried to sit up, only to find his whole body aching and weak.

The divine power within him, once as vast as the sea, and his God King-level cultivation, once enough to suppress countless lower planes, had all vanished without a trace.

Tang San shook his head gently, and his earlier memories gradually flooded back.

The moment the divine punishment descended, the cultivation of every deity in the Divine Realm had been reset to zero.

Without divine power to sustain them, the gods of the Divine Realm had fallen one after another into the Douluo Plane, like dumplings dropping into a pot.

Whether it was his wife Xiao Wu, or Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and the others, all of them were now missing, their lives or deaths unknown.

And compared with the Soul Masters of the Douluo Plane, the gods, who were at the divine level, were in even worse straits.

Take Tang San, for instance. When he ascended to godhood, all the Soul Bones in his body had transformed into divine equipment.

But after his godhood shattered, all of Tang San's divine equipment had been removed and left behind in the Divine Realm.

All he had now was a mortal body scarcely stronger than that of an ordinary adult.

And he seemed to have taken quite a fall from the Divine Realm; he must have been unconscious for a while.

At the thought, Tang San felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

Xiao Wu, where did you fall?

If you died, won't I have to bring my beloved back to life once again?

Just then, the door to the thatched hut swung open.

A kindly old man with graying hair walked in, carrying a bowl of hot porridge.

"Child, you're awake?"

"Someone found you unconscious at the village entrance a day ago. You were injured too, so the village hunters carried you back."

The old man set the hot porridge by the bed and said with a smile,

"Have some porridge to build up your strength."

"Sir, thank you for saving my life."

Tang San took the porridge and asked softly,

"May I ask where this is?"

"I... seem to have lost some of my memories. There are things I can't quite remember."

"This is a small village on the border of the Heavenly Soul Empire."

The old man smiled.

"Our village is called God Soul Village."

"It got that name because legend has it that a deity once came from our village, ten thousand years ago."

"That deity's name was Tang San."

Tang San: ...

His hand, holding the hot porridge, froze in midair.

The former God King Tang was silent.

He had never imagined that a strange twist of fate would bring him back to where he had started ten thousand years ago.

The former Holy Soul Village had been renamed God Soul Village because he had become a god!

Yet he, who had held the Dual Godhood of the Sea God and Asura God and been a majestic God King of Law Enforcement in the Divine Realm, had now fallen to the mortal world and become a mortal too weak to truss a chicken.

Back to where he had come from!

It was the bitterest irony!

And yet, Tang San had been a God King, after all.

After a brief silence, his eyes instantly began to gleam.

Ten thousand years ago, he had risen all the way from an ordinary child in Holy Soul Village to ascend to godhood!

And now, ten thousand years later, he possessed all the memories of two lifetimes and all the Tang Sect Secret Arts!

Purple Demon Eye, Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track...

And with all the divine skills he had comprehended after becoming a god, could he not become a god again?

He certainly could!

And this time, he would advance faster and more steadily than before!

As for a shortcut to greater strength...

Though all of Tang San's attributes had now been reset to zero, his Martial Souls had reverted to how they had been before he became a god.

Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer, Twin Martial Souls!

Such talent was still among the very best on the entire Douluo Continent!

Although he would have to cultivate the Tang Sect Secret Arts from scratch, the arts Tang San now possessed were ones he had refined through calculations using his God King-level cultivation.

His cultivation speed with the Mysterious Heaven Skill would be even greater than it had been ten thousand years ago!

Hundred Separations of Hidden Weapon, the art of using poison, Purple Demon Eye...

No one could take away the things engraved in his soul!

But what concerned Tang San most was the rule of that divine punishment.

All living beings were equal, and all attributes had been reset to zero!

In other words, on the present Douluo Continent, whether it was a Titled Douluo who had once dominated a region or a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast whose fierce might had reached the heavens,

All had become mortals standing on the same starting line as him.

This was a desperate situation, but within it lay the greatest opportunity!

How many years had it taken him to ascend to godhood back then?

This time around, he would take even less!

Because no one knew better than he did how to take every step toward godhood, or where every opportunity lay hidden!

His ten-thousand-year plan had originally been intended to nurture a Child of the Plane, but there was no reason he couldn't use it to nurture himself now.

And once he became a god again, the God of Destruction, the Goddess of Life, the Seven Deadly Sins Gods, and all the others who opposed him would no longer exist.

He, Tang San, would surely become the sole ruler of the Divine Realm!